REALITY

There Is No Luck

There simply is no such thing as luck;
only a conflict of destiny and choice;
it’s just a fool’s way to pass the buck;
when you fail to hear God’s voice.

We face an endless array of choices;
suggesting the way we’re

Light Of Day

I’m living a nightmare, in the light of day;
knowning not where to turn;
in search of truths; to show me the way;
while the passions of past, still burn.

Why has life become complex and vain;
it all seemed so simple, when young;
all we

Metamorphosis Of Love

Change is a constant of the human condition;
nothing ever remains the same;
change rarely occurs of our own volition;
sometimes destiny gets the blame.

Emotions and thoughts change like the weather;
on the horizon; storm clouds gather;
no thoughts on our minds shall last forever;
there’

Failures Give Up

I look back, in sadness, on yesterday;
remembering all my past mistakes;
attempting to construct, a new today;
not knowing if I have what it takes.

I’ve lived many lives; combined into one;
doing my best to succeed;
once all of my horse trading is done;

Where Cold Winds Blow

I’m an errant piece of abandened scrap paper;
a breeze; taking me; where I must go;
constantly in search of the Master’s favor;
destined to go; where cold winds blow.

I’m a torn out page, from the book of life;
blown, by winds;

The Soul Weeps

I grieve all sadness and sorrow, I’ve sown;
memories in my mind, for keeps;
all of my misdeeds, are mine, alone;
from them; my soul weeps.

The tongue is a double-edged sword;
wreaking havocs unknown;
all must become of one accord;
divisions are ours, alone.

In

Blades Of Grass

We all are simply blades of grass;
growing in the meadows of light;
basking in sunshine of history past;
fading into the night;

All drinking in life from pouring rain;
basking in magnificent beauty;
dying every Winter; to live again.
sensing love as our duty.

In Spring,

Success Cries

Every thought, that we have, is energy;
tho, much of it, out of control;
both success, and failure, are meant to be;
to enhance the growth of the soul.

Each time, anyone laughs or cries;
a change occurs, within;
somehow a particle of evil dies;
allowing, that healing